Snippets And Conversations

Under the Influence

"I help!" Wednesday tried to lift it over Weems' head but it got caught on her earring.

"Ow, wait-" The woman grabbed Wednesday's hands, holding them still, "L-Let mommy d-d- hic- it."

Sitting back down with an impatient huff, Wednesday crossed her arms. She watched as Larissa fought with her clothes for a good few minutes, finally succeeding in pulling it over her head and avoiding the earrings. The zipped up skirt that she was wearing was a separate problem that added another few minutes.

"Bed." The little pulled her compliant caregiver down, giggling as they both landed on the pillows. Weems stretched her arms out, somehow managing to shift the covers down the bed and then back up to cover them. Her daughter snuggled up to her, seeking skin contact. "Mama sleepy?"

"Very."

"M'sleepy too." Wednesday yawned, pushing her face into the shapeshifter's neck. Her mother wrapped an arm around her, then grunted as she rolled onto her back to turn off the lamp on her bedside table.

"Too bright." Once the light was off, she pulled Wednesday closer to her and let out a sigh. She felt the little wiggling in her arms, and she glanced down at her. "You okay?"

"I'm thirsty." Wednesday pat the woman's bra, trying to get her front latch undone. "Mama, help."

Larissa reached her out hands up, fumbling with the clasp before successfully getting it off. Wednesday smiled before latching on and suckling.

The shapeshifter rested her head back against the bed's headboard, running a hand down the little's back.

As soon as she got the first mouthful of milk and swallowed it, the girl unlatched, smacking her lips.

"Different." Wednesday supplied to her mother when she got a weird look. Shrugging, she went back to feed, trying to ignore the spicy taste.

After a bit, Larissa was falling asleep while Wednesday used her as a pacifier. A swift breeze came in from the cracked window, making the woman shiver.

"Okay baby... Mama needs to get dressed." Larissa pushed Wednesday off lightly, and stood up slightly unstable. Wednesday flopped back behind her, unable to sit up.

Giggling, Wednesday waved her hand in front of her face, her limbs feeling heavy. Larissa laughed at her, finding it amusing and tried to take a photo with her phone. She would later find out they were blurry.

Putting her phone back on the nightstand, a redressed Weems stumbled back into bed, flopping onto her stomach and managing to pull the covers up around her. She sighed, closing her eyes as her little burrowed in next to her. The last thing she felt before sleep overtook her was a small, icy hand creeping into her bra.

"Mama, I feel icky." Groaning, Larissa slowly came to, blinking her eyes open to the sight of her daughter sitting up on her knees in the dark. She grunted as she sat up, turning on the lamp on her bedside table. Wednesday tugged at her sleeve, looking even paler than normal in the dim light.

"Why did I sleep with the window open...?"

"Mama!" The little pouted, crawling over to her caregiver on her hands and knees, pushing her face into her shoulder. "Yucky."

"What's yucky, honey?"

Wednesday gagged in response, covering her mouth with her hand as her eyes went wide. Before Weems had time to process it, Wednesday threw up on her. The woman almost gagged herself, not in the right mind to think about cleaning right now.

"Gross, Weds." Weems moved her nightgown from her chest as it started to cling to her. "Let's get changed."

Wednesday groaned as she leaned against the bed post, not wanting to stand up. The room felt all too hot and cold at the same time. The floor seemed to be moving in all sorts of directions, making her close her eyes as she got nauseous again.